unbecome

can't you see it? all that draining, glorious light.

[fadinglights]

selective & independent multimuse account run by c. sporadic activity & dash-only.

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[fadinglights]

moving blogs at last. will only be keeping a handful of threads. like this if you’d like to stay moots </3

[fadinglights]

moving blogs at last. will only be keeping a handful of threads. like this if you’d like to stay moots </3

[fadinglights]

moving blogs at last. will only be keeping a handful of threads. like this if you’d like to stay moots </3

[brucelees]

moving in together is obviously a huge step, and joonwoo assuring him that he's serious about his offer renders ashe speechless for a moment. not in a bad way, as is evident by the smile playing on his lips, but his mind quickly drifts off, imagining things like waking up next to his boyfriend every morning, eating together, watching movies, falling asleep in joonwoo's arms every night... just living their lives together, like a serious couple. this way he wouldn't have to worry about other guys making moves on him, about joonwoo straying... right? gently, he presses a soft kiss against the pad of his boyfriend's thumb. "yes, you're right. it would be a perfect solution," ashe agrees with a nod of his head. "i didn't think, um... i mean.. you really like me, huh?" he feels a little silly for asking, but it slips out anyway. slightly embarrassed, he leans in and buries his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, hiding the pink flush on his cheeks. "i'm sorry... for doubting you," he mumbles softly, reaching for the other's hand. "it's my fault, not yours."

[fadinglights]

joonwoo waits quietly for ashe’s answer, though a bright, expectant smile remains on his features, if not for the slight nervousness that has crept upon his face. now, it would be rather awkward if ashe decides to reject the offer, though joonwoo can’t and won’t blame him for it considering how the idea is amittedly rather rash. his smile widens when ashe finally voices his agreement, finding his boyfriend’s answer to so endearing that it manages to drawl a laugh out of him. “well, duh.” joonwoo teases as if the answer cannot be any more obvious, and it can’t. after all, who in their right mind would suggest moving in together if they’re not entirely smitten with their partner. “glad you noticed, baby.” he swallows a chuckle when ashe buries his face against the nape of his neck, feeling the blush on the other’s cheeks. “it’s okay.” he brushes the back of ashe’s head gently, “long distance relationships like ours are never easy.” and that would remain his curse for as long as he sticks to his athletic career. “i’m glad you were honest with me.” so he’d know how to try and chase away those doubts in ashe’s head.

[gotwcird]

she's so close. jaemin knows he could just bend over and kiss her, and fuck he really wants to kiss. has wanted to since that night of terrible decisions, the ones that felt so good that it felt bad to even claim them as terrible. seoah tilts her head back, and he swears the world kind of quiets down around him. suddenly, it's just him and her, and her words only make it worse. the brush of her hair against his shirt feels amplified. jae scoots in closer, irresponsible but exactly the thing he wants to do, just enough that the top of her head is pressed against his stomach. "you're not exactly helping me make responsible decisions either, seoah," he quips back almost pathetically, a weak reminder that it was mutual. or well, it's always been mutual. maybe he's just worse at pretending it's not. his hand travels down seoah's arm, thumb stroking far to gently against her soft skin. "you've been stressing me out more than you know," he hums, chuckling to hide the agony in his voice, to try and cover up the way his eyes quiver at the memory of her lips. "how is that fair?"

[fadinglights]

he scoots closer and she doesn’t lean back, instead she remains where she is, doll-like gaze staring at him like he’s the only thing that she sees. “how — what did i do?” she asks, her voice perfectly innocent though a glimpse of mischief sparks in her eyes. beneath her collected surface, her rationality is at war with her more primal desires. she knows she should steer clear of him and cling to what remains of her professionalism, but it’s difficult when the memories are still so vivid. if it’s wrong to be with him, then why does it feel this right? maybe she can live with this fiasco a little longer, let herself be selfish just until production wraps and this becomes a forgotten part of their pasts. his hand brushes over her arm and she instinctively leans in, her lips grazing against his skin, a subtle kiss that shouldn’t be. “if it has anything to do with the script, you only have yourself to blame.”

[moonrvier]

The warm tingling sensation of her lips against his seemed to linger, even minutes after the director called 'cut'. Tae-oh was only glad the camera was no longer rolling as he pulled away, for he felt his brows furrow as he did so. If he was being completely honest, the quickening of his heartbeat wasn't that strange at that point. In fact, he'd begun to notice how he felt around Seoah weeks ago, a desire to be around her that wasn't quite there before. He'd initially shrugged it off as an effect of their current predicament and their constant close proximity -- playing a man in love with her both in and out of filming was bound to have some lingering effects. But this was different. "You too," he said once he managed to regain his senses, quickly bowing to show his gratitude to the staff. He turned to her once again, lips slowly forming a smile as he absentmindedly tucked her scarf closer to her neck, not quite sure if he was still playing a part. "Should we go? I think we have that restaurant visit scheduled today."

[fadinglights]

seoah can feel her heart faltering hopelessly when he tucks her scarf to keep her warmer, the soft wool brushing against her skin. how pathetic, when she knows it’s all part of an act and she is meant to be a master of her craft with her accolades garnered over time. she nods at his question, a reminder that pulls her from her dazed trance back to the present. right — they are actors with a mission to accomplish and there’s an expiry date to the pr relationship they are told to maintain. but if everything is simply for the cameras, how is she supposed to rationalise the warmth she feels on her cheeks? “we should.” she agrees with a smile, “i’ll go get changed and let’s meet again in fifteen minutes?” they will be slightly late for their reservation due to how filming has overrun slightly, but she doesn’t think it’s much of a problem. slipping into the seat next to his inside the car, she buckles up quickly and makes herself focus on the road instead. “i heard the restaurant serves the best desserts in town,” she attempts at small talk, trying not to think about the tingles left from the scene earlier, the ghost of the kiss that she can still feel from the kiss. “i could use a treat after this week.”

[ameliiorate]

minki has never let himself be led by fear. polar plunges into the icy depths are something that he had never blinked to dive into. this uncharted territory, however, had been one that he did not want to dip even a singular toe into. it feels already like the two of them have been wading at the deep end, keeping each other afloat while refusing to acknowledge the support that they offer each other. minki is no more eager to have this discussion than hana is, but it has become a necessity at this stage of the game. he had to know what piece she plays on the board, a strategic man at the root of him. if he could focus on that, then he could do this. as if it would be feasible to keep emotions out of this conversation. eyelashes fluttering, he inhales upon hana's first confession. one that he could relate to. every time that is hurt, every time she puts herself at risk, there is a lurch in his heart. he is not accustomed to it. there are many members of panacea. he doesn't know many of their faces, let alone many of their names. jason is a solid presence, has been for decades, but outside of him, there is no one else that has held any significance to him other than their usefulness. anyone could be a pawn, anyone could be a sacrifice. she could not. somehow, she had carved a space in his life, beside him, that has rendered her unreplaceable. "it is a liability." there is no point in mincing words about it. "you know it as well as i. this fear...one that we share," the admission is heavy o his tongue. "it can be used against us." this is the part where he should cut her loose, sever the thread between them. "and yet — here i am. here you are. we are alive, are we not? we have faced ambushes before, confrontations that we should not have walked away from. we did. a part of me wonders...wants to consider that we could be stronger together." that, perhaps, maybe, the rewards could outweigh the risks.

[fadinglights]

the confession has slipped without her permission, so sudden and unexpected that she wants terribly to flee from the scene and put this behind her altogether. but she can’t — can’t walk away from this pretending he’s nothing more than a stranger to her — he isn’t and she’s uncertain if he ever could be one again. this attachment that has her rooted in place, frighteningly loyal, has continued to anchor her. so frozen she remains with her gaze lowered, but it shifts when her confession is echoed, lifted just enough for their eyes to meet again. and she can see the same hesitance swirling in the pulling depths of his eyes, before a kind of peculiar determination takes its place instead. mulling over his words, for she knows the significance they hold and the promise laid within, she takes her time considering the offer — if it could even be called as such. a heavy, contemplative silence stretches in the space between them across the table, until she finally finds the leap of courage to sever it. “i suppose we could be.” she begins, her heart thrumming a curious beat in her chest. it’d make her head spin too much if she dares letting her thoughts dwell upon it. “if you could stop fighting me.” she remarks, before her voice lowers. “and i’d stop fighting you.” if they could both stop finding this cursed soft spot they seem to have developed for each other. maybe they’re both morphed weapons, but perhaps they could spare the blades from each other and fight alongside instead. her voice takes on a slightly airier tone, masking part of her nervousness, though she’s beginning to wonder just how much she can hide from him — maybe she no longer wants to. “should we consider this a truce of sorts?”

[snaiilmail]

Her comments about pay being terrible were nothing he hadn’t heard before, sympathetic to his plight but unable to do anything about it. it was terrible the way the nurses were used and abused, but he had long accepted this and become an ear to his fellow union mates. Cesar himself had done some time as a traveling nurse, but it wasn’t the same as the ER, even if the pay was better. This was to say, he had enough to afford the constant moving and ditching places before he set down any real roots, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still paying off credit card debt and student loans. He was sure there were doctors his age in the same position, but he couldn’t see Leah being in that position — she seemed far too practical. Maybe she’d been smart enough for a scholarship, she certainly had the brains. “Yeah, it was a nice little sign on bonus.” He agreed, though he still held his annoyance for the poor pay in the back of his mind. 

There’s some sort of emotion the wavers her otherwise perfect face, and Cesar considered reaching out touching her cheek, similar to how he had what felt like a lifetime ago. There were questions dancing on his tongue — curiosity that he had accidentally said something he shouldn’t have. He wondered, briefly, if that ma in the apartment had been more than a roommate, if Cesar himself had been put in some game between the two of them. But Leah didn’t seem like someone who would do that, did she? In the same breath, could he really say he knew her after one night? While Cesar certainly felt like she had looked into his soul, it could’ve been one sided. He hoped he was wrong.

“Best in the city, largest in the city, best staff in the city.” He laughed, waving a hand as if the list went on and on. “I did get the spill from the staffing director when I joined. But, it is nice to know that the doctors agree with it.” His smile reached his eyes for once, and it was as if he could fit himself neatly in this camaraderie for a moment, become a good work friend that Leah could rely on. It sounded torturous, but his optimism was trying desperately to find that silver lining. Her tone wasn't dismissive about the people who came and went in the hospital, but more like she hadn't recognized it occurring, as if occupied with something else entirely. He wondered if it was the ER, that strange man, or that wall she built up to keep people further than arm's length. What he wouldn't do to get past those defenses — but it would take more than two conversations, he was almost certain. “I see. So, your coworkers never take you out for drinks? You never get dinner with them outside a hospital event?” Crossing his arms, he tilted his head to look down at her — a playfully disappointed face pulling to his features. “Well, I just don't believe that.” He teased. “You must know what fun looks like.” 

Cesar shook his head at her concern and let out a surprised laugh, “Its okay, Leah. Do not feel guilty on my benefit.” He shrugged — sure, he was hurt, but her making herself feel bad about it would help no one. He hoped whatever burden she was carrying, she would hopefully, well, stop. At least if it was for him — Cesar had thicker skin than to be down and over being rejected by one woman. Sure, Leah had stirred something in him — but that wasn't worth risking either of their careers and peace of minds. Well, he almost believed that little lie. Maybe he would, eventually. Time healed all wounds, right? “Oh, you have no idea.” He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders at the compliment. “By the time patients are done after having me, they downright beg to get injured again just to see me.” His laugh came easy, the thought always brought some weird sense of humor to his mind. “Don't even worry — I'll even have you smiling so hard that you just can't wait to come to work and mingle with all your new coworker friends.” He offered a hand to his chest and the other in the air like he was swearing before a court. “And that is a Cesar Rodriguez promise.” 

[fadinglights]

“bet hr wasn’t the least subtle about it when they’re trying to lure you on board, were they?” leah jests, though what he’s said is true and she’s no one but a pragmatic overachiever at heart. there was no reason for her to start elsewhere in a new hospital when theirs has the best resources and prestige in the city, though lately she has wondered if that would be a possibility if she ever comes to finalise a divorce that feels almost inevitable by now. “sometimes, i do. sometimes i'm just too tired not to cling to my bed once work is over.” despite how much of an obsessive workaholic she might appear to be, she does let herself get loose every now and then — though admittedly it’s been a while since she let herself relax as much as she did on the night they first crossed paths. which, she should truly stop thinking about if she’s to put their complicated history behind them.

somehow, his kindness only manages to suffocate her in the sweetest way possible— almost as if his gentleness only heightens how cruel she has been, with or without him knowing. she can only hope he would never put the pieces together — that the riveting connection they experienced that evening was only ever recalled with a bittersweetness for the what if that fell out of reach, and never with the justified anger he might feel if he’s to find out how she had dragged him into the crumbling mess of her marriage without him knowing prior. she flashes a strained smile and focuses on the way ahead, glad that a passing radiologist waving at her has her temporarily distracted from her lingering ache, before they reach the elevator at the end of the wing.

“that doesn’t sound too good for business for an er, i fear. wouldn't want a queue of your fans putting themselves in jeopardy just to see you.” she jokes soon enough, hoping to match his humour and distract her from her heavier thoughts. “perhaps an outpatient clinic would be a better fit — you could be the perfect solution to the ever climbing default rate i hear them complaining about at every meeting.” this is not her trying to drive him away from her ward too soon, but she can see how his sunny personality would be the reason patients become more compliant when it comes to attending outpatient appointments. it warms her heart — his eagerness to bring a smile to her face even when she’s the one who made him ache. just as she thought when she first entered a conversation with him on that fateful night, he appears a little too good for the world, and definitely too good for hers. “can’t wait to come back to work?” she repeats, her tone disbelieving. “i believe you’ll have to send me to get my head checked if that’s the case.”

[moonrvier]

Seungmin held his hands up, palms open. "Hey, I just want a fair shot at making an impression," he joked. While he wasn't exactly worried about how his friend would behave, Seungmin fleetingly hoped that he and Yisoo's friend would have a nice enough evening. His expression dipped momentarily at the memory, but it quickly passed. "I do think I might have hurt myself more than the other guy," he admitted, though his tone suggested that he bore no ill feelings about it anymore. "-- but a punch is a punch, I guess." He lifted his shoulders in a slight, amused shrug.

"Oh, not at all," he shook his head in amusement before he remembered she was tending to his wounds, and he flashed an apologetic smile for disrupting her. "Sorry." His gaze flickered to her hands once again before he looked away. "I'm just saying I'm glad you stuck around, is all." He thought he meant it in a practical sense, that he was hoping they'd provided her with a welcoming enough work environment. But sitting there, her gentle fingers on his skin, Seungmin slowly realized that wasn't entirely it. His routine quickly became monotonous once he settled into it, and although there was always a cause for chaos in the ER, her presence had become easier to notice. "Not yet, actually." His brows furrowed ever so slightly as he tried to conjure the location up in his mind's eye, but failed to. A smile slowly began to form as he thought about it. "Best desserts ever, huh? Maybe we can go together sometime." A beat, and then, "I wouldn't want to order wrong since you speak so highly of them."

[fadinglights]

“didn’t know you’re so image conscious, doctor.” yisoo remarks playfully, her mind briefly wondering if he knows how he’s perceived by most colleagues and how he seems to have effortlessly won everyone over. “ah, that’s a bummer.” in a perfect story, seungmin would have hit the bully hard enough to teach a lesson, but stories in real life are rarely ever perfect. “i’m sure your friend appreciated it nonetheless.” it is a remarkable thing to stand up for someone even when it jeopardises one’s own safety and she can see how someone with a kind heart like his would have ended up as a resident at the hospital.

she cannot help the chuckle that’s escaped once she realises how her teasing remark has flustered him, before shrugging at his apology. “i’m glad i did too.” she echoes, trying not to over interpret his words though something flutters in her chest nonetheless. “people seem pretty nice here.” unfortunately she can’t say the same about every ward she’s worked at, working in a high stress environment often brings out the worst in exhausted and burnt out workers.

tapping with the slightest pressure possible over the cut on his lip, she tries not to think too much about how kissable he looks — such a pretty face made more for a movie screen, no wonder so many harbour a crush on him. “oh.” she’s pulled back to the present when he suggests they visit the café sometime together, blinking nervously. “um, yeah, of course.” she grins, trying not to stumble over her words before she feigns her composure with jest. “my treat. i'm the reason why you needed patching up tonight, after all."

[fadinglights]

finally back home from my vacation <333 will be queuing replies and slowly get back to the dms

[fadinglights]

lips tilting into a faint smirk, hana shrugs. “touché.” but if she lets him know her whereabouts, then her entire plan of separating their lives from its tangled state would be in vain, so it would be for the best if her future plans remain shrouded and unknown to anyone she knows in this life. his words make her pause, her movements of grabbing the utensils from the cabinet stilling, her fingers tightening around the cold metal. “it stopped being about that a good while ago.” she was hired for the two assassinations and everything beyond that was her choice, a deviation from the original plan that spiralled into something far more complicated. a deliberate, yet impulsive and reckless one. “you took me in when i was of no use to you anymore, sheltered me when you could’ve just left me to die. that counts for something.” an act of kindness she couldn’t comprehend, a gesture that defied her understanding of the world, but accepted selfishly nonetheless, clinging to it as a lifeline. to be loyal to someone would mean an attachment would have to form, and the concept is so foreign to her that it feels alien, a territory she's ill-equipped to navigate. her eyes meet his in a moment of rare honesty, a fleeting glimpse behind the walls she's carefully constructed, an honesty so raw that it feels vulnerable, like she’s stripped bare but it’s worse than being physically naked, her defenses shattered. so she’s grateful when he hands her the plate, her fingers lightly brushing against his, giving her the perfect excuse to turn around and set the table, the mundane task a welcome distraction from her unsettling, newfound emotions.

[ameliiorate]

it stopped being about that a good while ago. and what is minki supposed to do with that confession? one that had already been implicit, a truth that lingered between them that neither had been willing to acknowledge. now it had been vocalized and it could no longer be ignored. hana admitting that she lingered out of her own volition rather than being monetarily motivated to do so is not something that minki had anticipated. this enigma of a woman continues to surprise him. and it's dangerous, this thread between them that had been invisible before this moment. minki remains silent, letting the words linger in the air between them, tension turning thick and suffocating. minki is a man that had crawled his way out of the gutter that he had been born into. he has never been one who reacted well to being boxed into a corner. hana had not intended to corner him, yet he feels similarly all the same, a tightness blooming in his chest that constricts as their hands graze, the touch electric. as it has always been between them. the physical, once they had crossed that line, had never been the issue. this intimacy, this affection, however, is a song and dance that minki is not well-versed in. hana isn't either. that much he does know. they are both sharp blades. what do they know of gentleness? the language is a foreign one to them, and he watches her back as she goes through the motion of setting the table. something is so domestic about the scene. that doesn't make minki feel any better as he moves toward the table to sit. "so what is it about now then?" he dares to ask, meeting her gaze. he has never been a coward. "do you stay because of gratitude that i did offer you shelter? if that is the case, you have paid your debts." considering she has been tending to him as he healed. "i will not...turn you away, if you wish to stay. but that has to be a choice that you make freely."

[fadinglights]

her stomach twists as he sits opposite to her, asking a question that she has been trying to dodge for months. but they are not the kind to admit their attachment aloud, not the type to wear their hearts on their sleeves and willingly surrender themselves to a weakness. and caring about somebody — needing them — is a deadly weakness in the cutthroat world they live in. it would be easier for her pride to go along with his rhetoric, that this is merely her repaying her debts to him, but it has grown far more complicated than that. for someone who usually faces life and its turmoil with a brave face and sharp blades mastered for killing, she wants too much to run from this, from those inquisitive eyes demanding an answer she’s too afraid to give. but she doesn’t, instead she holds his gaze, her own softening into something more human. “because when i was waiting for you to wake up from that hospital bed, all i could think about was how scared i was of losing you.” a pause. “and i’m not scared of anything.” finally, her gaze falters, falling somewhere between his chest and the plate on the dining table. “this could be a liability — for both of us.” her hands under the table subconsciously reach for her knees, as if it can help anchor her better. maybe it already is — maybe she is a liability to him as much as he has become one for her — yet the idea of leaving him for the wolves isn’t one that entices her. how worrisome for a woman who usually makes decisions based on cold hearted, selfish decisions alone.

[fadinglights]

“a little? somehow i find that hard to believe.” yuna repeats with a soft chuckle, her hands gently placed on the sides of his face, the stubble tickling her palms. “i guess being haunted by a handsome ghost isn’t the worst thing in the world.” she can feel his fingers on her back, the lingering touch making her skin tingle. she has no business receiving so much affection from him, not as yuna, the cunning con artist, or lana, the socialite supposedly trapped in a failing marriage. but every time she tells herself to keep her distance, he has a way to make it harder to do so, and that’s terrifying for someone who’s never meant to stay. “if i wanted to slack, i could do it at home.” she counters, but there’s no harshness in her voice. “funny that you’re telling me not to work so hard when you’re considering working harder for my sake, hm?” she hums, her fingers gently tracing over his chest, the warmth radiating off him a little too comforting to let go of. being taken care of is a foreign idea to her, but she has to remind herself again that it’s lana that he’s in love with, a fictional character that doesn’t exist but one that she plays too well.

[ancgnorisis]

"You wouldn't be seeing my handsome face if you stayed home." He teased back, his fingers never stopped brushing against her skin, enjoying a little too much how warm it felt against his fingertips. Perhaps He laughs to her words, because he can sense the challenge in them, but who could blame him for being raised like that? Although he knew Lana didn't want to feel trapped anymore, not while she still was struggling to leave her troubled marriage, and now the man he had been seeing behind her husband's back wanted to keep her all to himself too. But he wanted to be selfish, he had fallen hard and deep for her, even when they had both said this was nothing more than just sex but it quickly evolved into more than just that. "I don't really work hard enough, if I'm honest." His tone is playful, like it's meant to sound like a joke. "So you won't have to worry about me." A man could dream, he thought, that she would leave her husband for him and things would settle for them.

[fadinglights]

“you’re saying it as if i don’t already spend too much time here.” yuna hums, her fingers brushing gently against the side of his face. it is true for lana who supposedly has other responsibilities than sneaking around, and just as true for yuna who has no business forming connections that feel so real. but this is a doomed tale, one that feels too good to be true and it is. by staying, she is only making the inevitable end more painful for both of them. “oh, really?” she echoes with a teasing lilt to her voice, lips twisted into a smirk. “guess i should be greedier to motivate you better?” she remarks playfully, lifting her head up slightly just to press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. “i’m very expensive to keep.” in many more ways than one. if only he knows the dear costs he’ll have to pay by associating himself with someone like her. he’s tethering on a dangerous line without even knowing — she could suck him try if she wanted, shatter his heart into pieces before he can even register what’s happening. 

[fadinglights]

it shouldn’t, but it surprises her to a certain degree when he decisively gets into the car with her, the scent of his cologne filling the small space. but there’s no room to think, no time for hesitation and soon she’s starting the car, the engine roaring as she drives out of the venue and disappears onto the road, her gaze focused on the front and shooting glances at the rearview mirror to make sure the men that are following her are out of sight. adrenaline courses through her veins as she weaves through the city streets, the headlights of the pursuing cars like predatory eyes in the night. she takes sharp turns, narrowly avoiding collisions, the tires screeching against the asphalt as she pushes the car to its limit. it’s only when after she made sure that she’s lost them that she lets herself breathe at an easier pace, her shoulders losing some of the tension. “you’re crazy for doing this, you know.” she comments, lips twisting into an amused smile as she presses down on the accelerator as they hit the highway. she’s not sure if it’s the best decision he can make, but it’s not as though she held him at gunpoint to follow her. it’s his choice to make and his consequences to bear. “it’s yuna, by the way.” a little too late, maybe, but she reckons it’s better late than never.

[ancgnorisis]

Perhaps he should be asking more questions, knowing what's he gotten himself into, trying to find out who really is the woman that's driving them away, but he is too heart driven for his own good. His judgment is clouded by his refusal to let go of her. He doesn't want to have to go through it all now that he's found her, he cannot stand the thought of losing her again, so instead he is here, inside a probably stolen car with a woman who he once thought he knew everything about but turns out he doesn't know her at all. "I believe I've done things far worse than this." It wasn't a lie, not completely at least, Sebastian's job stayed in a grey area within legality, some would judge him harsher than others, but as far as he knew no one was getting hurt, he was just making sure things looked squeaky clean for his boss, but this? This definitely felt like stepping into more dangerous territory. When he says the name it takes him a moment to realize what she means, she's finally revealing her true to name to him, after all this time. "I guess it's good to meet you Yuna." His voice sounds hurt, he cannot hide it, not from her. "Did you ever think of telling me the truth?" He can't help but ask her.

[fadinglights]

“what a relief.” yuna remarks playfully, eyes still focused on the road to make sure their escape is running smoothly. she’d ask him about the worst thing he’s done, but only refrains because she wouldn’t want the answer returned to her. there are a myriad of secrets she’s keeping from him, none of which she feels too eager to share. that’s the nature of a career criminal, the instinct to make as little known as possible because there’s no one you can trust fully, not even the person you lie next to every night. the bitterness in his voice isn’t missed by her and he has every right to feel every fraction of complicated emotions that must be seizing him whole. his question lingers in the air, bringing a heaviness to the air. seconds after, she finally severs the silence. “have you ever told me the full truth, seb?” she retorts instead, though her voice isn’t cruel but levelled. “maybe you kept things from me to keep me safe — maybe i wanted to do the same for you too.” that, and her ever persistent desire to remain unknown and unattached to anyone, but she’s clearly failed at that. or else he wouldn’t be in the same car as her, but left alone to the wolves instead. or else he wouldn’t be here in the car with her, but left alone to the wolves to bear the weight of her crimes instead.

[ancgnorisis]

The thrill of sneaking around was making everything more enjoyable, she couldn’t deny the tickling sensation that she felt on her stomach just by realizing that what they were doing was forbidden, at least during their work trip. Her lips part and she nibbles softly over his skin, leaving reddish marks where her teeth have made contact with his skin, grinning in between kisses until she’s back against his face. There’s no denying her hunger for him, she can feel it building between her legs. “We just have to be really quiet.” She whispers against his lips, hips rocking against him as she does, a few moans and hums leaving her lips as she does. “These walls are paper thin.” She says not hiding the mischievous smile on her lips before she leans forward to press another kiss over his lips, hungrier this time.

[fadinglights]

the truth is this is an unexpected twist to his otherwise boring life and more exciting than anything else that’s happened to him in months. he’s not used to this — more accustomed to keeping a professional distance between himself and his colleagues but lena has been special to him from day one. her wits and equally dark humour that make their conversations flow easily, even for someone who’s typically known as the quiet, stoic prosecutor to most of his work acquaintances. of course, it helps that she’s a vision to behold and a vision she remains as she plants tingling kisses along his skin. “i think i can manage that.” he whispers, lips twisting into a smirk as she rocks her hips against his, making him stifle a groan. “i think you should listen to your own warning.” he teases as their lips meet again, his fingers brushing her hair behind his ears before they slide along her back and find her hips again, all while letting the kisses turn him into a breathless mess again.

[fadinglights]

semi hiatus til mid april since im on vacation 💞

[vamplire]

two vampires feeding from the same human on either side of their neck while locking eyes lustfully has me nodding my head like yup that’s the good shit right there